and though no one's to blame/it's a crime and a shame

I need...

a way to take the way my body moves and make it into prose.

There are really only two ways I know to express myself and right now I need to share the tight billowing feeling of scarlet material in my chest, but you can't show a dance to the world.

My media are tangled. I can't extricate either for long enough to set the feeling down, and it hurts.